The effects of loss are acute, and unique to each individual. Not everyone mourns in the same way, but everyone mourns.
She’ll be back, Ranger said. But not tonight.[Stephanie] How’d you get her to leave?Told her I was gonna spend the next twelve hours ruining you for all other men, and so she might as well go home.I could feel the heat rush to my face.Ranger gave me the wolf smile. I lied about it being tonight, he said.
I have the general philosophy of creating the future you want to see.
Truth would quickly cease to be stranger than fiction, once we got as used to it.
When the challenges of life start to overwhelm, there’s rarely time left to enjoy the little things.
A single watch or clock can be a powerful influence on a man, but when a man lives among as many watches and clocks as crowded the tiny, dim shop of Mr Gonzales, some lagging behind, some skipping ahead, but all ticking monotonously on in their witless fashion, the multitude of them may be likely to deprive them of importance, as a gem loses its value when there are too many just like it which are too easily or cheaply obtainable.
Devotion to the truth is the hallmark of morality; there is no greater, nobler, more heroic form of devotion than the act of a man who assumes the responsibility of thinking.
A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.
The dead man is on the trolley and the woman collapses across his chest. That’s what the ghouls want a shufti at, like at that Princess Diana’s funeral, they want to scrutinise those who really knew her, to drink the misery out of their faces.
You never know when the truth will come home. You can’t choose the time. The time chooses you.
The philosophy of life is this: Life is not a struggle, not a tension… Life is bliss. It is eternal wisdom, eternal existence.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Love cures people, both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.
We’re never so vulnerable than when we trust someone – but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy.
That’s peace – real peace. To come to the end – not to have to go on… Yes, peace.
It was not Hansu that she missed, or even Isak. What she was seeing again in her dreams was her youth, her beginning, and her wishes–so this is how she became a woman.
She would like a shallow life, swift and shallow, till some day she can start again. Get through her time fast until then. And when will that be? Then.
She said goodbye, and I knew she was setting like the sun, never to see her again. Something inside me rejected the notion of a farewell, holding to the notion that although the sun sets in the sky every day, it will never be night because this moment is forever frozen in time.
Everything is Time:Time builds, and Time destroys.Time hurts, and Time heals.God runs and controls Time.All creatures fall under that nature.Escaping from that is impossible.
I don’t have a death wish. On the contrary, I’m hanging onto my life like never before.
If life — the craving for which is the very essence of our being — were possessed of any positive intrinsic value, there would be no such thing as boredom at all: mere existence would satisfy us in itself, and we should want for nothing.
Follow your heart, Ithilnin, Albirich repeated. Time is precious. Don’t waste it living someone else’s life.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
Would you mind repeating that? I’m afraid I might have lost my wits altogether and just hallucinated what I’ve longed to hear.
…Despite the mayhem that followed, Bruno found that he was still holding Shmuel’s hand in his own and nothing in the world would have persuaded him to let go.
I wake up and I see the face of the devil and I ask him, What time is it?And he says, How much time do you want?
It is not suffering as such that makes someone appreciate love, it is only when suffering pierces our vanity—which happens when we do not blame someone else for our pain—that it awakens a deeper respect for love.
The vivid force of his mind prevailed, and he fared forth far beyond the flaming ramparts of the heavens and traversed the boundless universe in thought and mind.
Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part – yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest.
As vivid as it may appear to us, our experience of the passage of time does not need to reflect a fundamental aspect of reality.
And there in the dark, he asks if it was really worth it.
Were the instants of joy worth the stretches of sorrow?
Were the moments of beauty worth the year of pain?
And she turns her head, and looks at him, and says ‘Always.
Generations of men are like the leaves.In winter, winds blow them down to earth,but then, when spring season comes again,the budding wood grows more. And so with men:one generation grows, another dies away.
Despite the business and auto-rickshaws and bantering Bengalis just beyond his brown front door, Sanjit cultivates a distinct learning environment and energy, one created and galvanized above the tile floors, within the thin walls, below the imperative ceiling fans, and embraced by books.
The whole image is that eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions God’s infinite love. That’s the message we’re brought up with, isn’t it? Believe or die! Thank you, forgiving Lord, for all those options.
I have not been able to discover whether there exists a precise French equivalent for the common Anglo-American expression ‘killing time.’ It’s a very crass and breezy expression, when you ponder it for a moment, considering that time, after all, is killing us.
Ah, how much more soothing(that is to say, if one should get the choice)to be wiped off the earth by hell-bound fiendsthan by neurotics.
It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, but it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: music, laughter, the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands, the scent of rain, the concept of subway trains… if only one could leave this life slowly!
Eccentricity is not, as some would believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.
In order to become prosperous, a person must initially work very hard, so he or she has to sacrifice a lot of leisure time.
Everybody we know surrounds himself with a fine house, fine books, conservatory, gardens, equipage, and all manner of toys, as screens to interpose between himself and his guest. Does it not seem as if man was of a very sly, elusive nature, and dreaded nothing so much as a full rencontre front to front with his fellow?
It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.
Right,’ he said. ‘So it stands to reason there’s something about the line that fortifies or protects a corpse. The soul. The … animus. The quiddity of it.”Gansey, seriously,’ Adam interrupted, to Blue’s relief. ‘Nobody knows what quiddity is.”The whatness, Adam. Whatever it is that makes a person who they are.
When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for.
It is function of government to invent philosophies to explain the demands of its own convenience.
Romance novels are birthday cake and life is often peanut butter and jelly. I think everyone should have lots of delicious romance novels lying around for those times when the peanut butter of life gets stuck to the roof of your mouth.
I see Atheists are fighting and killing each other again, over who doesn’t believe in any God the most. Oh, no..wait.. that never happens.
I’m trying to knock the medical profession into accepting its responsibilities, and those responsibilities include assisting their patients with death.
From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
All blame is a waste of time. No matter how much fault you find with another, and regardless of how much you blame him, it will not change you. The only thing blame does is to keep the focus off you when you are looking for… reasons to explain your unhappiness or frustration.
It is better to be respected than it is to be popular. Popularity ends on yearbook day, but respect lasts forever.
Everyone you have ever loved in your life becomes a part of your soul. They never leave. They’re always inside you, and you can bring them out whenever you want.
He felt at home with his interspecies dinner guests, much more than he did on shore, where he felt the societal expectations of work, money, fame, and the calculus of a ticking clock.
Yes. Reyn is our resident horse master. He has an excellent seat.I grinned. I’ve noticed.Reyn’s face tightened and Nell flushed, looking embarrassed. It’s an equestrian term.Really? I thought you were talking about his ass.